Not yet, tell the story first.

So how do I all know about this, you ask? Well, by recommendation, first of all, but as you can imagine also by experience.

It was in my third year at this campsite, back when I was still in a relationship with Tom. You know, back when we were formally still together but in reality the love was long gone, and also the heat between us. On the other hand, there was a lot of heat going on inside me.. also during that particular summer. And apparently my lust for the men was not well hidden. At least one of the girls at the daily water gymnastics I was chatting with noticed it, and after a while she slowly told me the story I am just telling you.

She told me about the rules, STD protection and confidentiality and all that. And then she told me about the procedure. That you had to register on a list, yes, a paper form! Very German! That list was hidden under the stack of registration forms for other campsite activity, gymnastics and yoga and all that, that the gymnastics lady was carrying with her every time she came to our corner of the campsite. The list, the spreadsheet, existed for every week of the season. One row for each full hour of the day, with a few exceptions during the night. With columns for place and name and ... special request. That's all. But the list was usually full before it got to that stack. As I mentioned, the only exception was if guests were leaving during the week. So what I needed was a recommendation, so I could enter myself into the list before it was placed into that stack.

I had the recommendation from the acrobatics girl I knew, but the competition was huge so she suggested I came up with some kinky words or ideas to spice up my recommendation.

Apparently the ideas I told her did the trick, because she grinned, and at the next day's workout she informed me that the milkman liked it as well. She told me that he had a free spot the night of the very same day and he invited me to an "interview". The interview was also some kind of dare, since it was going to take place at 1 am in the men's shower at the corner of the campsite. More specifically in the shower room for the disabled people there, because it had more space and you could actually lock it, not just "lock" it by switching a sign to red. Ach you know that? I see I see. Kinky girl!

So what was my kinky idea, my ticket to this "interview"?